Just like that. Smile for me, please. Sitting up now, he fits himself behind where she sits on the bed. Wrapping his legs around her, it doesn't take a lot of coaxing until she's nestled against him, her back to his front.

All he wants is Beth in his arms, just like this: it's perfect. Hands wrap around her, around her waist which is so different it feels almost new again. At the thought a momentary stampede of butterflies invade his stomach, but he lets them pass by; this isn't about sex and it's not about seduction. It might be about longing, but more than anything, it's just about being together. It's about being here, in this room, safe and secure for the moment, happy, quiet, content.

He rests against her, temple against temple, before pressing a small kiss to the side of her face. She glows in the light from the screen.

Glows like a damn angel.